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Honey’d words, poisoned,

O’ painted smiles.

Ne’er sought,

Followed.

Wilting lilies,

Abandoned dew drops,

Discarded.

We couldn’t be trusted with fire,

Lest we burn the house down.

I didn’t understand then,

Ideals too lofty for my young mind.

But now, as the walls are blackened,

and I have lived the life I lived,

Now I know that those before me were wise.

there was only destruction in my end,

Now the soot falls from the sky,

Piling around me in ash mounds.

I wish I would have listened to those words,

Now the world I have is not what I want.

It was those damn Chinese bots that killed Frederick I 

Hot Take: Make a part of next map the Seven Skies

Just trying to make it without looking too stupid. It ain't working out too well

Doth it is my burfday.

Song of the Day is Congratulations

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Can I get a lore master to come look at this cannon idea, it is not wat you think just read it

Can I get a lore master to come look at this cannon idea, it is not wat you think just read it